Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
June Days,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.